The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, crystal-tipped stalactites hang from a damp cave ceiling, sunlight peeking through the entrance and casting rainbow-colored refractions across the walls. Like, massive crystals and shards of glassy rock jut out of the ground, their surfaces reflecting light in every direction, and schools of bioluminescent fish swim through the rocks, lighting up the dark spaces. The air's thick with moisture, smelling like damp earth and ozone, and it's really quiet, like, I can only hear the sound of dripping water echoing through the caverns. Liquid moonlight's seeping out of cracks in the rocks, slowly flooding the cave.